Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

you okay, Parker?” Logan sounds worried, but also like he’s as breathless and affected by this as I am. Affected by the fall, probably. Not by the way our bodies fit together so well. Whereas that is ALL I can think about. Better enjoy it! This will be the only time ever. “I’m fine?” I say, far more question than statement. “Are you sure?” “No?” He chuckles, which sends a delicious shiver through me. Because I feel the rumble of the laughter as his chest vibrates against mine. He starts to shift, and I want to whine as his weight lifts off me. “I have to be crushing you,” he says. “I’m good,” I say. Really good. To cover up JUST in case he can hear my thoughts and know that I never, ever want him to move, I add, “You’re feeling a little light there, Barnes. Maybe we need to increase your caloric intake. Get the trainer to help pack some more muscle on you.” “I guess you’d know better than anyone.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I would?” “You’re currently feeling up my abs.” I’m WHAT? While I’ve been focused on things like Logan’s hand cupping the back of my head and his stubble on my cheek, somehow I missed the very pertinent fact that my hand snuck its way underneath his shirt like a little thief. And my hand is not passively resting on but actively stroking his six pack. Or is it eight? Definitely an eight-pack. I jerk my hand away and immediately try to wiggle out from under Logan. “I am so sorry! It must be … an involuntary reaction.” He shifts his weight, allowi...